Sunday Bible Reading – Proverbs 31:10-31

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Happy Mother’s Day to my Mother

Hymn to a Good Wife

A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things,
but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises!
~~~~the Message

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Chatting on the Deck

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“Chats on the Farmhouse Porch” is a group of friends
gathering to visit,
sip their favorite beverages,
nibble delicious treats
and share their likes and dislikes.

Patrice and Wendell have invited me to join the chatting.
Patrice provides the questions,
we answer.

Today’s questions:

1. How many load of laundry do you do each week (about)?

Now that we are retired and just the two of us, I do 2-3 loads a week, quite different when all five kiddies were at home.new 088I still love sheets drying on the line.

2. Where do your household pets sleep? If you have no pets, please skip to the next question.

I have two cats. They sleep where ever they want, except on our bed at night – the Farmer doesn’t like sleeping with cats.jan 13 cozy hair ball

3. What is your favorite thing to listen to while you drive?

I love listening to audio books, on cassette tape, on CD or on my ipod. On long trips the time goes faster and in town I don’t mind waiting in traffic .

4. Do you have to do a big clean-up when you have company, or are you always ready for guests?

When the kids were home and saw me frantically cleaning, they would ask “Is someone coming over?” Sometimes the answer was “yes”, some times, “no, things just need cleaning”, sometimes I was working off my upset. Now – there isn’t much to keep clean, but I still end up needing push to for company.

5. What’s your favorite breakfast food?

I am searching for the perfect chicken fried steak and eggs. The one restaurant that cooked the way I liked went out of business (it wasn’t my fault).

Hope everyone’s enjoys their spring time on the porch this week.

Join all of us here.

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May 8, Today’s thought — The Way Back

May 6 garden velma 017Dutch Iris at Grandma Crain’s

Good Afternoon

Have faith in God. Mark 11:22

In the catacombs, we are told, explorers take a thread with them through all the dark passages and tortuous windings, and by this thread find their way back again to the light. There is such a thread running through all the dark corridors with we tread, and if we simply, practically trust in God we shall steer past every peril and land in the world of light. This is the counsel to remember in all the perplexities of our actual life.

There is an answer to every questioning “Why” It is this: Have Faith in God.

Have faith that He knows all, sympathizes with all, can rectify, what is amiss in all! Have faith in the outworking of His beneficent purpose: that the ruin will become a magnificent pile; the desert will blossom into a garden. Have faith in God. Keep close to Him–His side, His will–and He will teach us the true thing, the right way. Have faith that God knows and that we shall know by and by, why things are as they are.

Follow the thread of faith . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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May 7, Today’s thought – The Untrodden Way

july2212 night bsky 002Night sky at Cozy Acres

Good Afternoon

“These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.” Hebrews 11:13, KJV

What unseen difficulties line the long, dark mile of the untrodden way? And, oh, how our heart hesitates to venture on into the uncertainty of the unproven. The problem with pilgrims is that the tendency to settle increases with the need for some sense of security.

After a stout trek across a barren stretch we arrive at a place of repose along the way; a place replete with so much of heaven’s first fruits, that we feel perhaps we should make this spot our abiding place. But we seek a City, whose builder and maker is God, and this in not that City. We must press on.

“In short there’s simply not a more convenient spot for happy-ever-aftering than here, in dear Old Camelot.” So goes the musical, but that’s really all it is — a song in a play. And while it touches the sentimental chords of our earthbound frames, our spirits seek a higher heaven.

Our forefathers in the faith saw it from afar, and so pressed onward till the very day they died — not yet having possessed it. How then can we who follow in their train, now pitch our tent and take our ease? And what, if the Lord should tarry, would become of those who followed our loitering example?

Beloved, we are strangers and pilgrims on this earth.
Our home is yet somewhere else.~~~Rylie

Press On . . .Today
With my prayers, desisring yours, Leslie

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Ten on Tuesdays – Knitting

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On Tuesday’s Carole hosts ‘Ten on Tuesdays’.
She chooses a topic – we list ten items.

10 Reasons Why I Love to Knit

Not any particular order.

pattern book
Knitting Patterns, something for every ability and a challenge to stretch your knitting skills

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Yarn Cakes are so beautiful
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Knitting needles, that come in so many types, styles and materials
Pointy wood needles are my favorites.
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Knitted Shawls
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Knitting toys, I  love my Swift
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Did I say patterns?
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WIP’S

Finished Porjects

sweaters

Knitting helpers

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My YARN stash
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Ravelry – what more can I say? and Knitters that blog about yarn, patterns, WIP’s, Finished ObjeCxts, trials, frogging, successes and PICTURES!

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May 6, Today’s thought – Face the Music

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Good Morning

Many years ago a man conned his way into an orchestra although he could not play a note. He would hold his flute against his lips, pretend to play but not make a sound. Then one day the leader requested a solo from each musician. The man was panic stricken. On the day of his solo performance, he took poison and killed himself. The explanation of his suicide led to a phrase that found its way into the English language: “He refused to face the music.”

Face the music! Some of us have buried a marriage, parts of a conscience, and even parts of our faith—all because we won’t face the music…we won’t tell the truth. Ask yourself, am I honest in my dealings? Am I a trustworthy student? An honest taxpayer? Do you tell the truth—always?

Proverbs says, “The Lord hates a lying tongue.” (12:19)

Just tell the truth.

Max Lucado from Just Like Jesus

Seek truth . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

P.S. I’ll be in Redding until Saturday, with only internet access at Starbucks/or____. Posts maybe less frequent.

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Sunday Bible Reading – Deuteronomy 4:29-35

May 4 napNap time

Good Morning

But if from thence thou shalt seek the Lord thy God,
thou shalt find him,
if thou seek him with all thy heart and with all thy soul.

When thou art in tribulation,
and all these things are come upon thee,
even in the latter days,
if thou turn to the Lord thy God,
and shalt be obedient unto his voice;

(For the Lord thy God is a merciful God;)
he will not forsake thee,
neither destroy thee,
nor forget the covenant of thy fathers
which he sware unto them.

For ask now of the days that are past,
which were before thee,
since the day that God created man upon the earth,
and ask from the one side of heaven unto the other,
whether there hath been any such thing
as this great thing is,
or hath been heard like it?

Did ever people hear the voice of God
speaking out of the midst of the fire,
as thou hast heard, and live?

Or hath God assayed to go and take him
a nation from the midst of another nation,
by temptations,
by signs,
and by wonders,
and by war,
and by a mighty hand,
and by a stretched out arm,
and by great terrors,
according to all that
the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your eyes?

Unto thee it was shewed,
that thou mightest know that the Lord he is God;
there is none else beside him.
Deuteronomy 4:29-35

What A Mighty God We Serve. . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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May 4, Today’s thought – Walk and Talk with God

may22 004the Farmer is laying out his drip watering system today.

Good Morning

I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad. O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together. I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. Psalm 34:1-5

How lovely are the faces of
The men who talk with God–
Lit with an inner sureness of
The path their feet have trod;
How gentle is the manner of
A man who walks with Him!
No strength can overcome him, and
No cloud his courage dim,
Keen are the hands and feet–ah yes–
Of those who wait His will,
And clear as crystal mirrors, are
The hearts His love can fill.

Some lives are drear from doubt and fear
While others merely plod;
But lovely faces mark the men
Who walk and talk with God
~~Pauline Prosser-Thompson

Let us walk and talk with God . . .Today
With my prayers,desiring yours, Leslie

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May 3, Today’s thought – God Ruleth

Wind chimes

Good Morning

But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children; To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them. The Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all. Psalm 103:17-19

Some time since, in the early spring, I was going out at my door when round the corner came a blast of east wind–defiant and pitiless, fierce and withering–sending a cloud of dust before it.

I was just taking the latchkey from the door as I said, half impatiently, “I wish the wind would“–I was going to say change; but the word was checked and the sentence was never finished.

As I went on my way, the incident became a parable to me. There came an angel holding out a key; and he said:

“My Master send thee His love, and bids me give you this.”

“What is it?” I asked, wondering. “The keys of the winds,” said the angel, and disappeared.

Now, indeed should I be happy. I hurried away up into the heights whence the winds came, and stood amongst the caves. “I will have done with the east wind at any rate–and that shall plague us no more,” I cried; and calling in that friendless wind, I closed the door, and heard the echoes ringing in the hollow places. I turned the triumphantly. “There,” I said, “now we have done with that.”

“What shall I choose in its place?” I asked myself, looking about me. “The south wind is pleasant’: and I thought of the lambs and the young life on every hand, and the flowers that begun to deck the hedgerows. But as I set the key within the door, it began to burn in my hand.

“What am I doing?” I cried, “who knows what mischief I may bring about? How do I know what the fields want! Ten thousand things of ill may come of this foolish wish of mine.”

Bewildered and ashamed, I looked up and prayed that the Lord would send His angel yet again to take the key; and for my part I promised that I would never want to have it any more.

But lo, the Lord Himself stood by me. He reached His hand to take the key; and as I laid it down, I saw that it rested against the sacred wound-print.

It hurt me indeed that I could ever have murmured against anything wrought by Him who bare such sacred tokens of His love. Then He took the key and hung it on His girdle.

“Dost THOU keep the key of the winds?” I asked.

“I do, my child,” He answered graciously.

And lo, I looked again and there hung all the keys of all mu life. He saw my look of amazement and asked, “Didst thou not know , my child, that my kingdom ruleth over all?”

“Over all, my Lord!” I answered; “then it is not safe for me to murmur at anything?” Then did He lay His hand upon me tenderly. “My child,” He said, “thy only safety is, in everything, to love and trust and praise.” ~~~Mark Guy Pearse

Love, trust, praise. . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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May 2, Today’s thought – Even to Delay

feb10 evning light 001An early spring evening light

Good Afternoon

So Ahab went up to eat and to drink. And Elijah went up to the top of Carmel; and he cast himself down upon the earth, and put his face between his knees, And said to his servant, Go up now, look toward the sea. And he went up, and looked, and said, There is nothing. And he said, Go again seven times. And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand. And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get thee down that the rain stop thee not. 1 Kings 18:42-44

Come up on top of Carmel.
and see that remarkable parable of Faith and Sight
It was not the descent of the fire that now was necessary,
but the descent of the flood;
and the man that can command the fire
can command the flood by the same means and methods.
We are told he bowed himself to the ground
with his face between his knees;
that is, shutting out all sights and sounds.
He was putting himself in a position where,
beneath his mantle,
he could neither see nor hear what was going forward.

He said to his servant,
“Go and take an observation.”
He went and came back,
and said–how sublimely brief!
one word–“Nothing.”

What do we do under such circumstances?

We say, “It is just as I expected!”
and we give up praying.
Did Elijah?
No, he said, “Go again.”
His servant again came back and said,
“Nothing!”
“Go again.”
‘Nothing!”

By and by he came back, and said,
“There is a little cloud like a man’s hand.”
A man’s hand had been raised in supplication,
and presently down came the rain;
and Ahab had not time to get back
to the gate of Samaria with all his fast steeds.
This is a parable of Faith and Sight–
faith shutting itself up with God;
sight taking observations
and seeing nothing;
faith going right on,
and “praying with prayer,”
with utterly hopeless reports from sight.

Do you know how to pray that way,
how to pray prevailingly?
Let sight give as discouraging reports as it may,
but pay no attention to thee.
The living God is still in the heavens
and even to delay is part of His goodness.
~~Arthur T. Pierson

Go right on with Faith . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Yarn Along – Yarn and Garden

yarnalong_gsheller_grayOn Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

May 1 scrap jar 004April’s Scrap jar,
not many yarn ends,
but a lot of crocheting and knitting was going on.
If you look close you can see
how the Farmer has been spending his time,
3 1/2 -75ft long rows of tomatoes
and assorted peppers, bells and hot.
Broccoli and cauliflower planed under the grape vines.
Raspberries, blackberries and boysenberries growing like mad
behind the grapes

 April 27 brittany 003Brittany’s granny square is finished
and wrapped around ‘sweet one’.

Over half of the 500+ stitches is bound off –
soon Miss Shirley’s shawl will go home.
I’m not sure when blocking pictures will post,
I’ll be out of town next Wednesday.

Shhhhhh, I know it is a quilt. . .
April 28 quilt 001 One step closer to being completed.
One side of the binding machine sewn on,
I’ll turn and hand sew the other side Thursday.

April 28 quilt 002That is if I can get Grissabel
to give up her napping bed for a couple hours.

I finished listen to Cold Truth by Mariah Stewart,
an easy to listen to mystery.
Today I’ll start Mr. Penumbra’s 24 hour Bookstoree
by Robin Sloan, today.

Aren’t we enjoying spring!
See more Yarn Alongs Here

May 1, Today’s thought – There is a Tree

aug 11 005This is an oak, not a juniper.
It is large and strong and steadfast and alive..

Good Morning

Today is the Farmer’s birthday. He is 72.
We have been together 45 years.
Usually when I read this I think of lasting love.
Today I know it describes the Farmer,
his strength, his dependability
and, yes, his love.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. Psalm 1:3

“There is a tree. At the downhill edge of a long, narrow field in the western foothills of the La Sal Mountains — southeastern Utah. A particular tree. A juniper. Large for its species — maybe twenty feet tall and two feet in diameter. For perhaps three hundred years this tree has stood its ground. Flourishing in good seasons, and holding on in bad times. “Beautiful” is not a word that comes to mind when one first sees it. No naturalist would photograph it as exemplary of its kind. Twisted by wind, split and charred by lightning, scarred by brushfires, chewed on by insects, and pecked by birds. Human beings have stripped long strings of bark from its trunk, stapled barbed wire to it in using it as a corner post for a fence line, and nailed signs on it on three sides: NO HUNTING; NO TRESPASSING; PLEASE CLOSE THE GATE. In commandeering this tree as a corner stake for claims of rights and property, miners and ranchers have hacked signs and symbols in its bark, and left Day-Glo orange survey tape tied to its branches. Now it serves as one side of a gate between an alfalfa field and open range. No matter what, in drought, flood heat and cold, it has continued. There is rot and death in it near the ground. But at the greening tips of its upper branches and in its berrylike seed cones, there is yet the outreach of life.

I respect this old juniper tree. For its age, yes. And for its steadfastness in taking whatever is thrown at it. That it has been useful in a practical way beyond itself counts for much, as well. Most of all, I admire its capacity for self-healing beyond all accidents and assaults. There is a will in it — toward continuing to be, come what may.”
― Robert Fulghum, Uh-oh – Some Observations From Both Sides Of The Refrigerator Door

I am thankful for the Farmer . . . Everyday
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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